A few days after my daughter graduated-we ended up at her college Orientation. A beautiful area that reminded me of where I grew up. My home exists these days in my memories. My husband wants to move back to New England-I do not want to leave our children. We are trying to find a new place to embed our roots. My heart is torn. During his Naval career, we always imagined ourselves going back to where we met-our beloved shore. In twenty minutes, we could be hiking a nature trail to the top of a mountain or be on an ATV racing through the woods with the winding humming in our ears. I am the gal, that likes to dress up, but my spirit is happiest in blue jeans hiking and searching for adventure. (Walking trails only- no ropes for me).
My childhood shore was where my soul needed to spiral when life puzzled me-when I needed to unwind and process my day, my life. When I married a sailor, I had to find a new labyrinth. No matter where we tossed our hats-I would find a corner, a nook to sift through my emotions.
Here in the south I have had a harder time finding my place. I still have an accent-my daughter's boyfriend has fun impersonating me. He loves to tease and his favorite saying now is: "You're so funnay!" Yes, I really say it just like that.
Blogging has helped me find another place to let my soul breathe. A place for my emotions-a place to pour myself onto the page. My soul has found a highway of words to venture on. This ribbon of light n' darkness is transcended by others. I read your words and now my journey has found many new paths to hike, to climb, and see spirits soar.
On this trip I saw my daughter's new home-it is beautiful! I also found this place called Story Rock. I thought of all of you and how you are part of my rock, my story and I am part of yours. Our paths have tangled from sharing our worlds online. We embrace the good, the bad, and the middle path of our days. We share our souls, our families, our passion, our highs and lows.
Thank you for sharing your story and being part of mine!